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I was actually as interested in why people tell it, how they tell it, what nuances they find in it as I am in the actual joke.
I didn't feel like there was much of that in the film either -- it seemed to be mostly people agreeing that everyone has their own version, and that the joke isn't really that funny when you break it down. And if it was going to be that shallow and repetitive anyway, I'd rather have just heard the joke.
Can somebody Nilly me the link to the lj with historical reviews of "Sound of Music", "Alexander", "Braveheart", etc?
Okay, so Eight Below is really not a great movie, but OMG SURVIVAL DOGGIES! The human subplots were lame and boring, but the dogs made me cry. I'm such a giant sap sometimes.
Jess thanks for that info! My 9 year old wants to see that movie in the worst way. Now I'm thinking we need to wait until it's out on DVD since he and I both are big 'ol saps when it comes to stuff like that. We'll be all sniffly and he gets all embarrassed when he cries in the theater.
How many movies can Paul Walker be in within the space of a year?
I'm thinking clones. Might explain his "acting" abilities.
Oh, and to make the movie TT-era-Buffistas-relevant, there was one scene that totally made me want to shout "dogs in elk!"
Jessica, I want to see Eight Below, but I first need to know if any of the dogs perish. Would you mind spilling the beans in whitefont? It won't stop me from seeing the movie, but it will at least allow me to be mentally prepared--animal death is one thing that can really undo me in a film.
Anne, 2 die, 6 survive.
Argh, read the whitefont, now will have to wait to Netflix Eight Below.
What the frell is it about animal death? I can sit through mayhem, spouting blood, the crack of breaking bones, any manner of FX torture upon the human frame, but put Lassie or Lulu the dancing hippo in danger, and I'm a puddle of unresisting meltdown. "Poor Fluffy! Awwww, kitty...."
What IS it? Over-identification with anthropomorphized characters? The notion that critters are inarticulate therefore helpless? The urge to protect Simba and all his well-endowed with fang and claw harem? Somebody 'splain it. 'Cause all I know is, I can watch Kate Beckinsale chow down on a person and never bat an eye. But let one of those penguins fall in a crevasse, and I'm done.